A warm moist breeze rolled gently across the savannah that evening as detective Lanolin and agent Oyster waded through waist deep grass in search of their quarry.
"We had better think about making camp soon", said agent Oyster. "Yes", replied detective Lanolin, "I don't think these beasts move at night anyway." Detective Lanolin proceeded to set up tent and build a campfire as agent Oyster searched for a stump upon which he could sit and smoke his pipe.
"Do you think these Pukeko things are sentient? I mean, do they communicate, or... do they give each other
names?", asked agent Oyster as he lazily gazed out into space. "Certainly not." was Detective Lanolin's quick, almost knee-jerk response. After a short pause, she added "but though, they are all God's creatures too. I suppose that must count for something at least." She had by now kindled a hot fire between their two pack-tents. "Would you now like to say a little blessin' over our evening meal then?"
"Surely would!" replied Oyster as he ambled over to the cookfire where Lanolin had skillfully prepared some zupi-fish and bisquits. "Gracious Father, we thank thee for yet another fine day and ask thy blessing upon thy gracious provisions... and sister Lanolin's hands which hath so skillfully prepared them and... in Jesus' name..." Lanolin then closed with a heartfelt "Amen".
After a meager but tasty meal, Oyster read a brief passage of Scripture, Lanolin sang a short hymn of praise, and it was off to... tent-mat thingies. Although they were not on Earth, they still felt right at home under God's same stars and God's same sky.
"Good night, Detective Lanolin."
"Good night, Agent Oyster."